Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.